Shadow Slave

Close to the evening, with the sun tiredly descending toward the horizon, a strange creature walked out of the colorless remains of the labyrinth. If "walking" was even the right word.

Dragging its legs in the sand, the creature somehow floated forward without moving them. It looked like a carapace centurion, or at least a close approximation of one.

All the necessary parts were in place. The creature had a black carapace with a menacing crimson pattern on it, a humanoid torso, eight segmented legs and two arms ending with formidable bone scythes. However, all these parts looked mismatched and strange, as though put together by some clumsy sculptor.

Additionally, the centurion moved as if it was seriously drunk.

The carapace was careening to one side, sometimes scraping against the sand. The torso was swinging back and forth for no apparent reason. The scythes were awkwardly lodged behind the creature's back, crossed against each other at a strange angle.

At some point, one of them simply dropped to the ground. The centurion stopped and hesitated for a few seconds, as though unsure what to do. Then it left its scythe arm behind and continued on its way as if nothing had happened.

A perceptive observer would have noticed that the creature seemed to possess two shadows. The first shadow was as one would expect, its shape identical to the creature itself. The second one resembled a human. It briefly showed itself from beneath the larger shadow when the centurion abandoned the runaway limb.

The human shadow then proceeded to facepalm and shake its head in utter contempt.

The whole situation was nothing short of being completely bizarre. But, for better or worse, there was nobody around to notice the weird creature.

Unobstructed, it traversed the wasteland, moving in the direction of the Ashen Barrow. Soon, it was almost at the footstep of the tall hill.

The sunset was approaching.

***

The strange centurion plopped on the ground at the base of the Ashen Barrow and stopped moving completely. Awkward and lopsided, it looked like a parody of the other monster of its kind who had kneeled gracefully at the same spot a few days prior.

in sight. Added to the

Perhaps… it was suicidal.

sand. His shining armor glistened, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Encased in bright metal, with a crown of horns adorning his head, the demon

of the demon's eyes. Shifting his terrifying scythes, the

the bizarre centurion did not even flinch. In fact, it remained

the suspicious creature. He observed it, clearly understanding that its pathetic appearance might be a trap. The labyrinth was full of unimaginable dangers. Rashly approaching an unknown

what the three Sleepers had

However, they were wrong.

severing the centurion's torso in half. The adamantine chitin was cut apart as though it was made of butter. The upper half of the

other side of the Ashen Barrow, Sunny, who was running up

That was too soon!

Who knew that the Carapace Demon would turn out to be such a daredevil? He didn't even hesitate

back, Sunny gritted his teeth and

to

the pieces of chitin away with its powerful pincers, the scavenger rushed toward the towering demon. It was aiming to duck

use the remains of a dead carapace centurion

and hide themselves under the grey sand in advance, then run up the slope and to the

great tree and conceal themselves in its branches. Then, Sunny would dismiss the Echo,

aggression had messed up the timing of the whole

there was no choice but to order the Echo to attack, hoping that it could

there was

beneath the Carapace Demon's massive body. It was doing the same thing that Nephis had done when fighting the first carapace centurion,

as opposed to a squishy human girl

the demon understood